I recently had a tooth extracted as a precursor to an implant. The surgeon instructed me to cease exercising for a full week until he could examine my level of healing. He also told me to stop playing trumpet as well. Neither of his requirements made me happy, but bristling and annoyed, I followed his instructions.
A week later, I was cleared to resume. Of course, I over practiced on the first day back, and the fatigue impacted me for the next two days. I scheduled a training session to follow a Hatha yoga class, feeling I needed to “get back to it.”
The class was rigorous, as was my training session. My body felt the impact that night, causing a terrible night’s sleep. While I had planned the next day as a writing and practicing day for recovery, I found myself depleted.
My body and my brain had an argument, and as usual, my body lost. It beckons back to the Dirty Harry movie, Magnum Force: “A man’s gotta know his limitations.”
